How to Win Friends and Influence People

[Erud'ryz'ladre]

[member="Selka Ventus"] [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

Location: Above the Tugs
Allies: Red Ravens & Co.
Enemies: Selka Ventus & Co.
Objective: Continue protecting the tugs

Dryzl's eyebrow raised at the announcement which came over her comms. Her head craned from side to side in order to catch a visual on this new player on the field, but she did not waver her course. After all, in the eyes of the law, she had taken no aggressive actions towards these individuals. Her weapons were still untouched, and she was simply flying.

The Chiss debated whether or not to com Ms. Kritivaas, but decided against it -- there was an old adage from amongst her peers at the Academy: "If you don't react, they can't say you heard it." And that would be a good card to save, in case push came to shove with these individuals. How amusing -- I am giving a matter of debate, albeit small, to the woman who wants to kill my former employer. And the world goes 'round, indeed.

Returning her attention to the ships she was guarding, the woman soon realised why the President needed so many tugs. Both eyebrows raised this time, Erud'ryz'ladre couldn't help but marvel at the absurdity of the heist. Why not simply infiltrate the bank? Place enough operatives inside to hold down the fort, and then have ships keep the local force away whilst the thieves escaped. That's how she might have done it (if, of course, the blue woman had wanted to do such a thing), but then again, she wasn't in charge.

It must be for show, then, she assumed, shrugging her shoulders slightly. Not that it was any of her concern. Thus far the tugs and their intended cargo were safe, and that was all that mattered.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

"Ah, as well as these things can go."

She accepted the mug and raised it to him in toast before taking a drink. Gods only knew if the mug was sanitary, but lets be honest, she'd endured much worse. Still, the thought of drinking wine out of a mug on a pirate ship with a cyborg after stealing an entire bank did amuse her.

"I wasn't counting on Sith Assassins nor companies so concerned about buildings I hain't touched that they muster a fleet of that size, nor on my VPs bleeding heart, but all these things considered, here we are, still breathing and significantly richer."

"May we be able to say the same every day."

It was interesting, the way her manner of speech could shift depending upon whom she was with. [member="Flannigan Mcnash"] and the Jackals were easy. They did not require much handling, fancy words or intricate masks. She gave them something to do, paid them and kept an eye out for them and that was enough for them.

"Here, we'd a series of jumps planned so anyone left behind could catch up to the main fleet without giving any followers a clear indication of the route we're taking."

Though the destination ought to have been obvious. Antecedent. As much as the Ravens did a lot of business out of Nar Shaddaa, and were proud of their acquisition, Antecedent was the heavily fortified roost.If they were bringing in a planetary reserve worth of credits, they would be bringing it to their most secure location. The Dragon Palace Casino.

Home.

Hopefully all Ravens were off or lifting off planet. Damned Patricia. If she was going to try and clear out the bank, the plan would have been different. Infiltrate, plant explosives, get out, grab and dash. Not have a prolonged firefight. Still, it was done now, no point growling about it. They'd still managed to pull it off.

 

[Flannigan Mcnash]

And it was so, the ship blurred in and out of real space the distant star polluting the ship's view with harsh brighteness, and they were there at Antecedant. "That we are, and to the spoils the victor!" Landing at the coordinates the ship piled down, the gang way extending the crew groggily walk out and onto the platform it was merriment or atleast as close as pirates got.

| [member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] |​

 

[Lurcano Car'dann]

Location: The Red Tide
Objective: Racing Away

As the Red Tide raced towards the planets surface, Jim patched in the transmission he had just received from Chiasa into his helmet. After listening in to it closely, he radioed in to Jim. "Alright you heard her. Wheel us around. I guess we missed all the action this time." He felt the ships thrusters engage and they slowly began to leave the planets surface.

Lurcano sighed and he pushed himself out of the turret station. He was just in time to see Jennifer running in, declaring her readiness for combat. "You're to late. We're heading back home. Evidently the party has been crashed. No point in sticking around for a fight we can't win when we already got what we came here for. You're just proving my point here Jennifer."

Jennifer just shrugged her shoulders, shot him a middle finger, and walked out of the room. Lurcano watched her go, till she was out of sight. After sending silently for a few moments Lurcano headed towards the hangar doors. He braced himself as they entered light speed and appeared half way across the galaxy ins ome unknown location. Finally after several jumps meant to hide their tracks, the Red Tide jumped into orbit around Antecedent, the capital of the Red Raven Crime Syndicate.

'Hopefully the party will be enough to lighten this foul mood I'm in. I should really see a doctor about these mood swings...'

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Patricia Susan Garter

http://starwarsrp.net/user/2984-patricia-susan-garter/

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[Jarven Zexxel]

It had been a week since the hit and run on Drogheda. Jarven was laying on the bed, relaxing with a datapad in hand, working on the plans for their new flagship. He skimmed through many different makes and models of ships, piecing together what would work and what wouldn't. He came across one particluar ship during his reading. The Keldabe-class capital ship. It was used notoriously by criminals in the far past, but over time, the criminal elements had been stripped off and returned to more legal use around the time that the Black Suns fell from power. Shipwrights and other authorities had tried to stifle, suppress, and cover up the more destructive and highly illegal modifications and features of previously criminal vessels, such as the Keldabe. However, the Red Ravens were the ones who had trounced the Black Suns. They had taken their territory and thus had much of their data available and safely copied over before law enforcement could go for the grab.

Jarven picked through the classified archived data of the Keldabe's "Shield Siphon" technology. He sent his finding attached to an encrypted message over the new network to Chiasa, saying, "Have found interesting plans for ship project. Shall we incorporate it into the design?"


http://starwars.wikia.com/wiki/Keldabe-class_battleship

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"] [member="Patricia Susan Garter"]

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

After hitting Antecedent and ensuring the contents of the bank were safely unloaded, the mother of all parties had gone down. Contractors, the Jackals included, got their cut and everyone else got a bonus. Even with the five percent set aside for [member="Danger Arceneau"], there was still more than enough to ensure that the new project would not be hitting the Red Ravens pocket books particularly hard.

And wasn't that a thought? The end game. The result of all this effort. Her glorious, shining, metal monstrosity.

Oh how the Galaxy would like to get the plans for it. To prepare. Unfortunately for them it currently lived almost entirely in her head, she wasn't risking word getting out until construction was under way. Eventually she would need to talk to her producers and designers of course, but even then.. Let most of them have a piece to work with at a time. It was so unlike anything else, so utterly different, that even assuming they did figure it out, chances were they would write it off as ridiculous, never seeing just how dangerous it was.

Perfect.

As usual, the Twi'lek was up and working when [member="Jarven Zexxel"]s message came through. The next part of the plan was if anything even more daring and would need planning. While she was letting her Ravens have a brief breather, soon they would fly into action once more.

She scanned the plans he sent her before shooting back a reply.

///Begin transmission..
To: Jarven Zexxel
From: Chiasa Kritivaas

If not this ship then other certainly. Good find.

...end transmission///

 

[Genu Kudd]

Genu wasn't sure what would happen next, the bank job had gone of pretty well and even after the fleet had arrived to stop them it was too late. They had the money and they flipped off everyone on the way out. He sat in his little apartment, waiting. There hadn't been word on what they would be doing next and that worried him. They had made the mother of all scores and all they had dome so far was party until they were all a short distance from a coma. He had the small stack of cred chips on the table next to him. He had a mental list of things that he wanted to buy, but he was unsure of where to start. if he was going to be the bodyguard to [member="Patricia Susan Garter"] he would need the equipment to handle anything that came at her, however he couldn't continue to dress like he dressed when she went out. He would have to look more presentable.

He leaned back in the chair and put his feet up on the table, he had enjoyed the robbery, not so much because he was a violent person, but because he got more experience, and experience was the best way to stay alive. His hand had was almost healed from the blaster would he suffered fighting the droids, the healing patches were working like a charm and he would be back to perfect health in a couple more days.

I wonder if i have anymore of that crazy Mandolorian ale left from the party, he thought as he stood and approached the fridge.

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

 

[Ashin Varanin]

[member="Chiasa Kritivaas"]

SOME TIME LATER:

An indeterminate amount of time corresponding to Chiasa's return to Antecedent, and maybe some elimination of elements from the Twi'lek's to-do list. Corresponding, also, to the time Selka spent going to ground on Nar Shaddaa, after clearing certain portions of her schedule, like her final exit from Silk.

Ahh, Nar Shaddaa. No questions asked, but eyes everywhere. Droll and trite though it might be, she rather thought the black silk mask looked good -- just a strip across her upper face with holes for her eyes. The process of going to ground, once her personal and professional lives' upheavals were taken into account, took about as long as a voyage out as far into Wild Space as the Red Ravens' home base. She knew; she'd been there.

So. Nar Shaddaa, gloves to block her fingerprints, a wardrobe in black, and her Force presence decidedly not concealed or de-Darkified. But that mask was what sealed her villainy.

The Ravens controlled this world; after covering he tracks, she went looking for some sort of facility that might mark their dominance. She expected it to be a casino.

 

[Chiasa Kritivaas]

It was a Casino. It was always a Casino. Chiasa liked Casinos. They made you a lot of credits, and you could eat, drink, party, live, sleep and meet within a good one. They were like their own little enclosed worlds really. In this case it was the Golden Nautolan Casino that [member="Selka Ventus"] would likely find. It wasn't like it was hidden, or that your average Nar Shaddaain lifer couldn't tell you where to find the Ravens.

It had it's defences of course, but they were lax compared to the Dragon Palace. The security staff were getting better, they were positively keen on taking peoples weapons from them these days, but it didn't have as many Force User detectors or deterrents. Or any really. Until someone went 'That's a bloody Force User, get rid of them.' there was no way for the security staff to know unless the individual was on the list of known, identified and decidedly unwelcome Sith, which Ventus was not.

Chiasa for her part had come back to Nar Shaddaa, until they mobilized on the next part of this mission, it was business as usual, and that meant running both Casinos. At least [member="Khaleel Malvern"] had largely taken over the running of Nar Shaddaa and most of the Y'Toub sector, so even with Patricias recent likely menopause fueled defection, her work-load hadn't drown to an unmanageable level. Yet. Almost. Not quite.

In any case, she was in her office in the Nautolan running through numbers. Force Sense never being her best ability, though she was working on it these days, the tiger-striped Twi'lek likely wouldn't notice anything until the masked woman entered the Casino proper.